The bir-hakeim bridge

My God, my devil, my angel of heavenly trial, Where’s the gate to the sky, I can’t see its dial. Where are windows with light of divine destiny, Only Holy Grail knows your features heavenly.

Your features fly like an airplane above the blue, Your eyes are a cosmic flight breaking through. Your dreams are the rain in September’s hours, Perhaps you unite all of these with soft powers.

My path was long and short at the same time, My steps rang at night under snow so prime. When autumn days shine with your tears untold, You’ll know Bir-Hakeim bridge glowing in gold.

My God, my devil, my angel of heavenly trial, Where’s the gate to the sky, I can’t see its dial. Where are windows with light of divine destiny, Only Holy Grail knows your features heavenly.

Let your smile warm with yesterday’s flame, Let your hand call me, whisper my name. Just for exquisite dinners of tomorrow’s traditions, Will stay on my lips your Firebird’s conditions.

My God, my devil, my angel of heavenly trial, Where’s the gate to the sky, I can’t see its dial. Where are windows with light of divine destiny, Only Holy Grail knows your features heavenly.